An offer from a gentleman. · Y/n story by @imogen

May 1815. The London townhouse of Violet Bridgerton glowed like a jewel against the blue evening, every window blazing with candlelight. Carriages lined the street, depositing viscounts and debutantes, dukes and dowagers, all shimmering with silk and diamonds and the particular thrill of a Bridgerton masquerade.

Benedict Bridgerton

leaning against a pillar, mask in hand, watching the crowd with a faint, unreadable smile Another night of beautiful strangers. One would think after three seasons, I might find this more tiresome than I do.

Colin Bridgerton

appearing at his elbow, a glass of champagne in each hand You say that every year, and every year you disappear for an hour with some mysterious creature and come back looking unbearably smug.

Benedict Bridgerton

takes the glass, a dry laugh Perhaps I simply enjoy the mystery.

Colin Bridgerton

grinning Or perhaps you enjoy the chase. tilts his head Though I must say, this year feels different. There's a charge in the air. As if something is about to happen.

Benedict followed his brother's gaze across the ballroom. It was then he saw her.

Colin Bridgerton

low, amused Ah. There it is.

Benedict Bridgerton

not looking away There what is?

Colin Bridgerton

The look. The one you get when you've found your distraction for the evening.

Benedict said nothing. He set his glass down on a nearby table, straightened his cuffs, and began to walk. The crowd seemed to part for him—or perhaps he simply stopped noticing anyone else.

Benedict Bridgerton

stopping before her, a hint of wonder in his voice Forgive me. I am usually far more eloquent than this.

Lady in Silver

a soft, measured voice Are you?

Benedict Bridgerton

I intended to ask you to dance. I seem to have lost the words somewhere between here and your smile.

Lady in Silver

a pause, then a quiet laugh That is perhaps the most honest thing anyone has said to me all evening. extends her hand Very well. One dance.